Chapter 39: Physics is the way I handle cases (please give me a monthly ticket! Please subscribe!) After Aoyama Hidenobu said the three words "Yamamoto Ken", everyone's eyes subconsciously focused on a middle-aged man with a big belly and a greasy face. idiot! Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Yamamoto Ken cursed inwardly, then stood up with a flattering smile on his face, bent down slightly, and said in a very humble manner: "I am Yamamoto Ken. I wonder what the officers want to see me about? I will definitely cooperate!" "I'm Inspector Asai Aya of the Firearms and Ammunition Department of the Shinjuku Police Department. These two are my subordinates." Asai Aya looked at Aoyama Hidenobu helplessly, showed her ID to prove her identity, and said, "The rest of you go out first." When the men and women in the private room heard this, they felt as if they had been pardoned and rushed out one after another. The young man with a bleeding head also got up, covered his head and stumbled out of the private room, closing the door politely. "Ah! It's Inspector Asai. I've only seen you on the news. It's my honor to meet you in person today. What an honor." Yamamoto Ken immediately recognized Asai Aya and his attitude became even more humble. Beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead. He thought that a case had been exposed and he had to eat public food. Aoyama Hidenobu sat down on the sofa without any hesitation, poured himself a glass of wine and started drinking, watching Asai Aya and Yamamoto Ken communicating. Asai Aya's face was stern, and she said in a very stiff tone: "Stop talking nonsense. I know what you are doing secretly. I heard that you have done a lot of business recently. I want the buyer's information."

"This... Inspector Asai, why don't I understand what you are saying?" After hearing that they were not here to arrest him, Yamamoto Ken breathed a sigh of relief. He became bolder and started to play dumb. "What, are you planning to enter the slaughterhouse business as well?" Since they were not here to arrest him, it meant that the police had no evidence that he was selling guns, so how could he be so stupid as to admit that he sold guns? "You..." Asai Aya saw the change in his attitude and was immediately furious. "Yamamoto Ken." A slow voice sounded. Upon hearing the voice, Yamamoto Ken subconsciously turned his head to look at Aoyama Hidenobu, but the moment he turned his head, a wine bottle appeared in his sight, kept getting bigger, and finally fell on his head with a bang, with glass fragments flying everywhere. "Ah!" Yamamoto Ken screamed unexpectedly, subconsciously covered his head with his hands, staggered back a few steps, and almost fell down. Aoyama Hidenobu grabbed his gel-covered hair and threw it down, pressing his fat face against the coffee table, and with his other hand he casually picked up wine bottles and smashed them on his head one after another. "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" In just a few seconds, three wine bottles exploded on Yamamoto Ken's head, glass splattered everywhere, and scarlet blood wet his hair and flowed on the glass coffee table into a pool, dripping onto the ground. Asai Aya's face turned pale as she watched this scene, and she subconsciously wanted to speak out to stop it, but when Aoyama Hidenobu glanced at her, she could only stand there stiffly without moving. "Give me the gun." Aoyama Hidenobu raised his hand and swept a pile of wine glasses to the ground, then sat down on the coffee table and waved to Nakamura Shinichi. Shinichi Nakamura handed over the gun without hesitation. Aoyama Hidenobu unloaded the bullets, then stuffed the empty gun into Yamamoto Ken's hand, then pulled out his own gun and pointed it at his head, saying in a light tone: "From now on, you have to answer my questions. If you don't cooperate, I'll kill you." Feeling the cold muzzle of the gun on his forehead, Yamamoto Ken's mind, which had been confused by the beating, suddenly became clear. His hand trembled, and the gun fell directly to the ground. He looked at Aoyama Hidenobu with fear on his face. "Hi...hi! Please...please, I promise to...tell you everything I know." "You still have to get it." Aoyama Hidenori looked up at the pale Asai Aya and chuckled, then looked down at Yamamoto Ken, "After you get it, you should be able to understand the question my boss asked just now." "Hey!" How could Yamamoto Ken not understand? He quickly confessed, "Yes, I just sold a batch of goods three days ago, three short ones, two long ones, 300 rounds of various bullets. The people I traded with were two men in their thirties. I was just selling the goods, and the rest had nothing to do with me. I'm turning myself in. I'm going to turn myself in." “Can we still contact the buyer now?” "No." Yamamoto Ken shook his head repeatedly, and then, as if afraid that the other party would not believe him, he added: "I really didn't lie. They are not locals. The outsiders are all doing business together. They will cut off contact after the transaction."

Aoyama Hidenobu picked up the gun that had fallen to the ground and threw it to Nakamura, then put his own gun away, stood up and bowed to Yamamoto Ken, "Thank you for your cooperation, sorry to bother you." He has already grasped the essence of being a Japanese. Although it is true that I hit you just now, I have already bowed and apologized, so let's just let it go. "No... you're welcome." Yamamoto Ken forced a smile that was uglier than crying. After hearing the door closing, his tense body collapsed completely on the coffee table, his heart filled with joy of surviving a disaster. As soon as she walked out of the door, Asai Aya expressed her dissatisfaction with a cold face, "Aoyama Hidenobu! How could you hit someone just now? Aren't you afraid of being complained about? Handling the case this way is totally against procedures and police regulations!" "Inspector, your previous way of handling cases was in line with procedures." Aoyama Hidenobu looked at her with a half-smile, "But may I ask, how many cases have you solved?" "You..." When Asai Aya heard this, her face turned red quickly and she glared at Aoyama Hidenobu in anger. Shinichi Nakamura silently moved away from the two of them. Aoyama Hidenobu said calmly, "I will help you achieve merit and make you famous, but you don't have to worry about what means I use. As for complaints, can't you just use your connections to help me suppress them?" It feels great to have someone to back you up. Even if the sky falls, Asai Aya will hold it up and he can do whatever he wants. Moreover, he had a good idea of ​​who could be beaten and who could not be beaten. People like Yamamoto Ken could not stand up to investigation, so no one dared to cause trouble for him. "You..." Hearing Aoyama Hidenobu's words so confidently, Asai Aya was furious and said through gritted teeth: "The police shouldn't handle cases like this!" Aoyama Hidenobu shrugged in disbelief, smiled slightly and said, "But this is how I handle cases." After he finished speaking, he turned and left. Asai Aya was filled with irritation and helplessness. She stamped her feet in anger and chased after Aoyama Hidenobu, changing the subject, "Then do you think the person who bought the gun from Yamamoto Ken has any connection with Takeda Ichiro?" "Maybe." Aoyama Hidenobu gave a guess, "Takeda Ichiro exposed himself to attract the attention of the police, and then give his companions in the dark a chance to take action?" He felt that this was the biggest possibility. Otherwise, it would be hard to explain why Ichiro Takeda would take the initiative to expose himself to the police. "Of course, it may be that I am overthinking it. After all, there is no evidence." Aoyama Hidenobu folded another armor. "Even if there is only a slight possibility, we must respond." Asai Aya said seriously, "I will report your speculation and suggest that we send more police to protect banks in Tokyo in the near future to prevent Takeda Ichiro from succeeding again!" (End of this chapter)